Almost a decade back....all the fun...all the pranks, all the tricks that we played...i've started missing it all so bad already sis,....what would happen to me when I am an old toothless hag, forty or so years down the line? Would I miss the times we spent together, even more?
I don’t think we'd ever get to stay together...u'd go ur own way...i'd go my own...our childhood can stay captured in the photo album...but that's the most that can remain of sisterhood.
I wonder how mom & dad cope with the empty rooms that were once our den of vice!....specially my room where your posters of cute puppies nudged my fav. posters out of sight....or why on earth does mom still dust the board games that we used to play...would we ever get to stay under the same roof long enough to play those games or for that matter cuddle those innumerable soft toys that still makes my room look occupied...and no,it is not your room... it is my room, you have your own room though you seem to have taken mine for granted.

Does it pain dad to glance at the two study tables placed diametrically opposite in that room....one shaped like a huge piano where my scattered mess of books always threatened to turn into a nice hideout for cockroaches and looked like a complete eyesore and the other dazzlingly blue study table that had all the books piled neatly...the epitome of tidyness....and yet the ants were always happier paying you a visit than me...much later, did we realize that the exotic chocolate wrappers of your fav brand of chocolate brought all the way from Belgium were stacked in one of the drawers of the table long after you stealthily finished eating them without even offering me & when I did ask for the goodies....manipulatively innocent that you've always been....all you had to say was-"Come on sis' look at your waist,do you wanna ruin it?"& I would back off immediately....and what a magpie you turned out to be!collection of choco wrappers for the past seven years!Whoa!!...
And...
Poor dad,he was always compelled to buy two of everything....we'd even demanded two seperate pet dogs for ourselves....I still haven't found anything that we have in common....man!even our blood groups are different!

What goes through his mind when he sees two different toothpastes lying unfinished, two different cupboards filled with equally different kind of discarded clothes, two different genre of music CDs sitting idly somewhere, two different sets of collection of books...the only thing we never did want seperate was the study table....it gave us time to talk...which was anyway, better than studying. All we did at the study table was talk....no wonder,mom made sure she got a seperate table for you and made us sit with our backs turned to each other...but it never did stop us from turning around & talking,did it?
But life does strange things....now we do have our backs facing each other but hey! there's no way we can turn & talk to each other as often as we would want....even though mom's intimidating figure doesn’t come hurrying from the kitchen to wag an admonishing finger & warn us not to waste our precious study hour by chatting up a storm......


I miss you....Happy birth day sis